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Feb 07, 2008
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Cry for help
I sent out my cry,
the wind carried it through the night.
Will she? Hear me....
I sit here as I die,
addictions consuming my insides
It's cold ,when your waiting.
Will she? Save me....
Her desire for me,
is what I need, I can't balance,
my need and my disease.
Will she? set this broken man free.
I sent out my cry,
does anyone receive?
Will she? help me...
How much longer,
will my heart beat before it sleeps?
Without her,
I am just dead leaves
fallen from the old oak tree.
Death,
I am starting to give in
this last cry for help, I send.
— DarkinAZ, Feb 07, 2008
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waterdragon
18 years 4 months ago
A vivid cry!
DarkinAZ
18 years 4 months ago
Thank you! Old habit …. I
waterdragon
18 years 4 months ago
P.S.
DarkinAZ
18 years 4 months ago
Thank You!
Calliope
18 years 4 months ago
I ...
purplemoondoll
18 years 1 month ago
The questions repeated mid
DarkinAZ
18 years 1 month ago
Thank you Kaz,
I. M. Elhattan
18 years 1 month ago
liked it!
DarkinAZ
18 years 1 month ago
Thanks
poewriter58
18 years 1 month ago
Mark
DarkinAZ
18 years 1 month ago
You are correct!
poewriter58
18 years 1 month ago
Mark
Majeedahs_Umi
18 years 1 month ago
i like ths
DarkinAZ
18 years 1 month ago
Thank you!
asiajy
18 years 1 month ago
Flawless
DarkinAZ
18 years 1 month ago
I appreciate it!
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